I was a poisonous friend in my youth.
I lacked boundaries...
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye...
My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
The hole in your heart
where the moon once lived...
their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...
I’m fine
Deep down inside...
I still remember your eyes
and how they made my world open (as wide...
I could be one,
I could be two...
(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...
It feels like ages since we’ve talked
But I can still see your smile in my head...